" What?" Brad said. "What were you going to say?"The three of us just looked at each other, trying to think of something that sounded like the word sl...ve. We couldn't."You don't want to know," I said, reinforcing it with a mental command."Yeah, you're right." Brad said."So... why were you wrestling?" Mindy asked. "And how did you beat Joey? Did you cheat or something?" Uhm, no... I didn't cheat. I just got him in a head lock... " Suzi admitted."So, what are you gonna have Joey do?" Vito. Here she attached the pumps to both my chest and my nipples. She pumped them up and set a timer. it felt like I was gonna be sucked into he machines, but after 20 or so minutes of continuous pumping, I had very appropriately sized 13 year old tits and big plump pink nipples. My areola were dark and had that fresh pink hue of teenage tits. I smiled wide as I admired my new tits. "These are really supper Samantha" I cooed in a feminine voice. "Thanks babe" she giggled back girlishly. "I’m really. They had short-lived a lot of happy times. Although he refused the idea of having kids, she thought their relationship would last forever. It would’ve lasted forever, Sheila had thought after his death. Thinking about the what-ifs of life also made her go back to that fateful day. What if….she’d been there. If she’d been in bed with him, she could’ve noticed when his heart had stopped, when his breathing had seized instead of him dying of Sudden Death Syndrome, alone. Tears poured down her. I stayed up there for three days. Barely eating, never leaving the room, except to go to the bathroom and to take John down to mom or Jeff in the mornings. I barely spent any time with John except to tuck him in at night. I heard him crying outside my bedroom door the second morning but I couldn’t bring myself to go to him. I knew I was pulling away from my son but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was depressed, I was confused and I didn’t know how to talk to the people who.